Post by Ardyn Laseir on Oct 22, 2019 12:42:48 GMT -8
The storms that ravaged the site of the World Wound seemed almost picturesque when looked at from the seaside vineyard. It had been nice to rest at the sound of the sea, even with the occasional flare up of lightning and rolling thunder. Reign had been an amazing host, and the wine and company could distract one that those banks of clouds, that the long pouring rain- and the ever present chaos that roiled among the territory once known for the presence of order.
Ardyn had risen in the morning, sneaking out of bed where Elyn rested- for once, not fitfully. The rest here had helped stitch them both back together, and while he had far to go- today was the kind outing that could help them both see the world as a place they could face again. The World Wound was a siren song of adventure- if one could accept it as so. For them both it had been a loss of a home, a loss of her family legacy, but it could be something else. It was a frontier of unknowns, and they had all the time in the world to discover it.
Supplies for the trip looked different with Reign's prompting and briefing. They couldn't rely on magical gear that could be drained by the nihilistic nature of the World Wound. What it couldn't drain it might devour. Potions would lose the their potency, and wands, staves, rods- all could become fragile and unstable. Their own spell power would diminish the longer they were present within the World Wound- but the diminishing was also random- seemingly stronger in some places and weaker in the others.
Sure, odd place for a Magus to go.
Ardyn had talked with Reign long into the evening when he wasn't busy trying to make an alliance happen with the Dravidian. As a magus, Ardyn metabolized magic, he in a very real way had it in his blood, producing Aether as a byproduct of absorbing ambient magic. This could have serious complications but according to all the divinations, the instruments, the research- he should be fine...as fine as a talented witch like Elyn would be.
The one place in Tyran where magic could make things more complicated. Sign them up.
Mundane gear, and all the rest- set up and packed he chewed thoughtfully on a biscuit for breakfast as he waited for Elyn to join him.
Ardyn had risen in the morning, sneaking out of bed where Elyn rested- for once, not fitfully. The rest here had helped stitch them both back together, and while he had far to go- today was the kind outing that could help them both see the world as a place they could face again. The World Wound was a siren song of adventure- if one could accept it as so. For them both it had been a loss of a home, a loss of her family legacy, but it could be something else. It was a frontier of unknowns, and they had all the time in the world to discover it.
Supplies for the trip looked different with Reign's prompting and briefing. They couldn't rely on magical gear that could be drained by the nihilistic nature of the World Wound. What it couldn't drain it might devour. Potions would lose the their potency, and wands, staves, rods- all could become fragile and unstable. Their own spell power would diminish the longer they were present within the World Wound- but the diminishing was also random- seemingly stronger in some places and weaker in the others.
Sure, odd place for a Magus to go.
Ardyn had talked with Reign long into the evening when he wasn't busy trying to make an alliance happen with the Dravidian. As a magus, Ardyn metabolized magic, he in a very real way had it in his blood, producing Aether as a byproduct of absorbing ambient magic. This could have serious complications but according to all the divinations, the instruments, the research- he should be fine...as fine as a talented witch like Elyn would be.
The one place in Tyran where magic could make things more complicated. Sign them up.
Mundane gear, and all the rest- set up and packed he chewed thoughtfully on a biscuit for breakfast as he waited for Elyn to join him.
